My grandparents, like many, hate change. Change is their enemy. I don’t blame them, I can be a stickler for change myself, and I grew up in this wild information sending age. What must it have been like for them?! It must have been frightening discovering that things such as ‘mouses’ can, without any wires at all, move a pointer about on a two-dimensional screen which then allows you to magically buy whatever you like using digital money that doesn’t even really exist…and all without needing to communicate with a real human being! It was a little bit disconcerting just writing that sentence and imagining being eighty years old–when I am eighty, how might things be different for me? Maybe we’ll be on the same wave-length then after all…

But change, as the Enigin dudes—and dude-ets—are well aware, can be a very good thing. And it’s the only way to effectively assault our future. The following link is about change and entering the new modern-age, and it might just get you thinking.

Who knows what technology will get up to in the next fifty years? Us humans—or a select daring few—have already proven that with a little imagination you can get airborne, cross continents, and blow things never before blow-upable up. And with companies now taking a view towards saving their energy—even if for some it is for selfish cost-saving purposes, surely it’s still a positive thing they are acting at all—combined with technologies wild progression, I have my fingers crossed that after the oil is gone, we just might be OK.